Avatar Reborn

When Katara and Ravaa were seperated, so was the Avatar cycle… or was it? It might have been the end if not for one special girl, born in another world, with all the memories and experience of her past lives, and a new connection to Ravaa. Watch as the Avatar of Middle Earth makes her footprint on the world in a new Era.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender, Legend of Korra The Hobbit, or LOTR. Also, it has been a few years since I've both Avatar the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra, so please forgive me if anything seems AU or isn't exactly right.

Chapter 1 - Introduction

In the beginning, there were two beings. Brother, sister, Dark, light. Vatuu, Ravaa. Yin, Yang. Two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

After fusing together with a young bender named Wan and trapping Vatuu in the spirit world during the Convergence, all was well in the world. Hundreds of beings reborn in the Avatar cycle with memories and connections to their past lives, thanks to the spirit Ravaa being tied to the first.

Then, ten thousand years later, the next Convergence came upon the world, in the time of Avatar Korra. And this would be the last and final time the Avatar spirit would dwell in the world. Although Vatuu was defeated and trapped again for another ten thousand years, Ravaa and the Avatar spirit connection had been broken, and with that, the past lives connected to Avatar Korra.

Ravaa retreated to the spirit world, gifting Avatar Korra with a connection with the spirit world still, and the ability to still bend all four elements. It was the least the spirit could do for the female Avatar.

As Ravaa left the world and reappeared to watch over her brother's trapped spirit, she was approached by beings of another world. As her world was called Earth, this world was called Middle Earth, or Arda.

There were three worlds that co-existed, with only the creators of the worlds knowing of each other. There was Earth, which she and Vatuu had created, which held humans, animals, and spirits. Then there was Middle Earth, which was created by the Valar, which held humans, dwarves, elves, hobbits, wargs, orcs, goblins, and dragons. And then there was High Earth, created by beings not unlike Ravaa and Vatuu although Ravaa had trouble recalling their names at times, which held fairies and all mystical beings like unicorns and centaurs.

"Lady Ravaa, the creators of Middle Earth call upon you."

The voices echoed in her very being, and she immediately left the spirit world and her constant vigile over her brother and appeared in the vast throne room of that of the Valar.

"Lady Ravaa, we thank you for coming before us." Manwë the king of the Valar said, bowing his head, the female spirit bowing her's in kind.

"Lord Manwë, it is an honor see you all once again after many years."

"The honor is ours," Varda, Queen of the Varda, whispered from her throne.

"We have called for you to do an unthinkable task that we have no right to ask of you." Manwë said after a moment of silence. "But if we do not, our world will perish into darkness and death."

"Ask." Ravaa said, already suspecting what the Valar would ask of her.

Manwë took a breath. "We need you to bond with a being to become the Avatar here in Middle Earth, so they may save our creations."

Ravaa was silent.

"I know that it is much to ask of you, Lady Ravaa, and we have no right to do so but-"

"I'll do it." Ravaa cut off Yavanna, Lady of the Earth, as she spoke.

Dead silence and traded looks of the members of the Valar.

"I will do this, my friends, only because my brother is trapped for the next ten thousand years… but I will not be tied to a mortal again, as I grow fond of them only for them to leave me of old age. I will be tied to an elf, and they shall recieve the memories and knowledge of Earth and their past lives, as well as the knowledge on how to bend, and to fight. They will also, as much as it pains me, need to go into isolation when they grow older, away from the races that roam your Middle Earth until they have mastered the skills needed to survive. That is my wish if this is to happen… and it will only be with one elf I shall be bound to, and it shall be my last."

The Valar traded glances, exchanging silent words in their minds to each other. Finally Manwë turned his attention back onto her.

"We have agreed to your terms, Lady Ravaa. Varda?"

Varda stepped forward, a bright light beginning to form in her hands.

"Here is the soul of an elfling that I have created years before, one whose destiny was great, although I did not know how at the time of her creation. She is a bright little one and is as stubborn as my love. Guide her, Lady Ravaa, as much as you can, for if her light is snuffed out, it will spell the end of Middle Earth as we know it. And let it be known that her name is forever to be Eruanna (Air-oo-ahn-nah)."

Ravaa didn't respond, instead turning into a bright light and floating towards the one in Varda's hands. The two lights merged, glowing bright, before disappearing from the council and reappearing on the shores of Arda, the very same shores that the Istari had emerged from long ago.

The new born elfling laid there on the shore, not a newborn but not much older, she was basically a toddler by elf . She laid there, adjusting to the influx of knowledge and memories that the spirit inside of her gave to her, it all giving her a pain in her head, as the sweet innocence of a child's mind was taken away by memories of those that had lived before her with the spirit intwined with her own.

Thank you, my friend. There was no response, but she hadn't expected there to be one. The elfling staggered onto her little legs and stumbled through the deep forest bordering the shore she had appeared on. She had of yet begun to realize that she had not a single stitch of clothing upon her young body and was getting scratches and bruises from the branches she was bushing out of her way.

Suddenly, she heard something as she came upon a trail that lay in the forest she was in.

Clip Clop Clip Clop

"Alright, we'll camp here for the night, men," a deep voice called out in a language she did not understand. But as she watched the person in the little clearing across from her in forest jump down from the tall beast they had been upon, and watched the other three with them, she couldn't help but feel the inherent goodness inside all of the cloaked beings in front of her.

She shifted closer but didn't realize until too late that her foot was coming down on a fallen branch, causing it to snap loudly.

Instantly, the figures in the clearing turned, pointing bows in her direction although they couldn't see her.

"Come out or we'll shoot," the leader ordered. Yet again, she did not understand them but figured that she might as well step out, she didn't want to discover what would happen if she was hit with what they were aiming towards her.

"By Eru, it's a child." one of the men breathed.

Quickly they put their bows away, the leader of their group moving slowly towards her, as to not frighten her.

"Hello, little one. What are you doing way out here all by yourself?"

She looked at him curiously but didn't respond.

"Can you understand me, little one?" The man tried again to get her to speak to him but she again didn't understand him. The man knelt in fron of her, unclasped his cloak and wrapped it around her, blocking the slight chill that had crept upon them as the sky turned darker.

She just stared at him blankly.

The man reached forward and hesitantly picked her up, and she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around the figure to hold on tightly in case they had any plan to drop her.

The man carried her over to the fire that the others had started quietly and sat down with her on his lap.

The men began to converse, the little one lulling to sleep at their deep, soothing voices and the hand that stroked her hair.

"We have to take her to the closest village." One of the other three men murmured.

Two of the three others agreed except for one whom had noticed something the others hadn't. The leader shook his head.

"We can't take her to any place, men. We have to take her to Rivendel."

"You mean…?"

"Yes, the little one is an elfling."

"By the Valar… how did she get all the way out here?"

"I know not," the leader said. "But we must make haste at dawn. Who knows she belongs, but she is most likely missed. Halberd, Allen, you two have first and second watch. Quinten, you have third. I'll take fourth."

"Yes, sir."

And they all followed the young elfling into sleep, with Halberd taking first watch. They all knew they had a long road ahead of them, since they were five days away from Rivendell.

They were going to try to make it in three. Hopefully, they didn't run into any trouble along the way.

And that, was how the last Avatar came into being. This is the story of Avatar Eruanna.